So, no pressure, but....

So, get this:
I talked to my Dad's Dad today (yea, my Grandpa). My Bumpa Dave (yea, I still call him Bumpa Dave: what of it?) is a history buff, and especially when it comes to our family bloodline. He and his cousin have done MASSIVE research into our family history. Like he has, in his possession, a letter that was written by someone directly up the bloodline from me: this letter was written during the CIVIL WAR and taken off the battle field by my relative's friend. And that's considered relatively NEW material in this bloodline research (the Alexander's fought for the South, by the way. It has nothing to do with my current political views).

So that's just a glimpse into how serious this stuff is. Bumpa Dave has traced our actual bloodline (directly through the males) from us now to the Earl of Nova Scotia. Yea, Duke Alexander became the Earl of freakin' Nova Scotia. My ancestor OWNED Nova Scotia. The next step is for Bumpa Dave and his Cousin to get DNA tests done and record our Alexander DNA with the National Society Of Really Old Bloodlines or something (we only had 10 minutes on the phone - he's going to give me a more in depth breakdown and show me a bunch of his research once we can get together).
So that's not the huge part. I mean, I've known about Nova Scotia for years. I've also known that my Alexander bloodline has, in fact, been traced back to Alexander the Great - I'm dead serious: I know that I tend to exaggerate (hell, out-and-out LIE) but this is totally serious. What I DIDN'T know until today was that my Bumpa Dave has sired the last living portion of our branch of the Alexander bloodline.

That means that my Dad Chris, his brother Dave, Me, my brother Nic, my brother MacAllister, and my brother Matthew are (to date) the very last of a bloodline thousands of years long. Uncle Dave isn't having any kids, and my Dad's got six (ten counting the step-kids), Nic is going to be a Catholic Priest, and Mac and Matthew are under 14. This means that, as o right now, a thousand-plus years of Alexander History rest on my unborn child being a boy.
In case you didn't know, historically speaking, namesakes are carried on only by male children. So my Bumpa Dave had two sons and two daughters. The daughters have kids, but they don't count as continuing the family line (BS, I know, but that's history for you). As I mentioned, Uncle Dave (Dad's brother) isn't having any kids, so it's all me and my bros.

So there you go. If I don't have a boy, Alexander the Great will be a little less great, and Nova Scotia will be taken over by - I don't know - the Mongols (because the Mongols are always taking over stuff). Seriously, all joking aside, this stuff is pretty cool. My little brother is named MacAllister is so named because at one point the Alexander blood mixed with the MacAllister clan and came to America - that's how I got to the good ol' USA. My family doesn't LIVE by our history, but it is really cool to know where you came from.


If I have a little girl, I'm going to love her like nobody's business. I'm going to have tea parties with here, I'm going to be her best friend (until she hits 12), I'm going to sing her to sleep; I'm going to love her and do my damnedest to help her grow up to be an amazing woman. In my mind the Alexander Bloodline carries on regardless of the sex of my child.